Her heart ripped her apart.
Now it’s my part to take all her wrath.
cuts through me to end her life.
Oh, my pain, is it her gain?
Oh, will this cut, erase her hurt?
Oh, will this wound, do any good?
I froze as her blood flows.
I feel the nerves died as her heart tries to decide.
To beat or not to beat.
To live or not to live.
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